Today I was born a legend,

I’m right back in the game.

Yesterday I was traumatised,

really not sure of my name.

A renewed legend I am now,

I believe I’m here to stay.

I have the power of positivity,

and it just can’t go away.

A true legend I was always,

I just lost me for a while.

But I’m staying, I’ve recovered,

you can see it in my smile 😊




I accidentally blogged this on my other blog restingintheheart.com oops, not quite the legend after all maybe. So sorry if you follow both, a legendary mistake!

Liza 🙂


The Light

When we walk into that light,

do you think it’s like our sun.

And as we’re drawn towards it,

do we know our life is done.

What makes us keep on walking,

is it shadows that we see.

When is it we know who they are,

and will they recognise me.

How does that bright light get here,

to take us home again.

When we walk into the light,

do we leave behind any pain.

I hear there’s some that come back,

but they can change a lot.

They’ve seen it on the other side,

I think they get the plot. 

When we walk into the light,

do we know where we’re are.

I wonder what the light is like,

do you think it takes us far.




Dying Sun

And so the light is fading, the winters drawing near.

The summer sun is dimming, the days are not as clear.

I’m thankful for my summer, the joy along the way.

And now the winters drawing in, shorter are my days.

With winter comes warm fires, dying embers in the grate.

Like memories that fade away, even now when I’m awake.

But I’m thankful for the days we had, the joy along the way.

If only the summer sun would wait, for just a few more days.





A final pull on my pipe

I sit here alone

Once I was young

now an old crone

I watch the day end

look into the night

Think of my life

and things I’ve got right

I’m waiting for time

to come take me home

I’m prepared for the trip

know I do it alone

I know I’ll be greeted

by those gone before

Those that I’ve loved

and lived with for sure

Is the time drawing near

I never can know

I’m ready I think

for the end to now show



I wear a coat of many colours, a chameleon as such.

I chop and change my outside, don’t wear the same face much.

I’ve sat on many cushions, woven through with many tales.

Comfortable just for a while, then comes my time to sail.

I wear a hat then cast it off, as like my mind I change.

Each day a new beginning, we will never have again.

Ridden on a donkey’s back, driven a new car.

Miles and miles I’ve trodden here, travelled very far.

Transitioning through lifetimes with a book of many tasks.

I am a different person now, I have so many masks.

But then to step inside of me, the makeup is the same.

There will always be an essence here, when I come back again.

So watch me very closely, as through this life I go.

We will meet again sometime, but only we will know.

Ravaged by Storms


 Sorrow prepares you for joy.  It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.  It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.  It pulls up rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.  Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place –    Rumi

I believe in this quote from Rumi the 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic.  I believe as it helps me face my challenges head on, it helps me survive obstacles that can sometimes feel insurmountable.  I don’t welcome challenges but I accept them, I acknowledge them and let them sit with me until they pass through.  Only then can I see and feel what they have left in their wake, only then can I begin to understand them and build from them.   I think of myself as a tree ravaged by the winter storms, uncovered and naked only to be clothed again in spring as I begin again with the warmth of a new day.